Could be PMS, could be stress...

Whatever it is, I ate too much this weekend.

First, it was our anniversary. My mom was taking the girls Saturday night so Hubby and I could have time to ourselves; go out to dinner and not rush...

Well, if you've read the last few posts you will know that everyone was sick, DH had to work all day Saturday, and the plans we had just morphed into a half-hearted celebration. My mom came to the house. DH came home from work exhausted (he got up and out at 4:30 am), but treked to dinner with me because he felt he had to put on a good show. I felt tired from stressing, working out for the first time in a week, and still hacking like a 3-pack-a-day smoker, but still went to dinner because it was our anniversary.

We were both home and in bed by 9:00. I ate too much and stuff that wasn't even good. I ordered a salad, but it was more like a bowl of cheese, bacon, croutons and dressing with a garnish of lettuce. I had some onion rings that were thick cut and caked with batter. They weren't good either, so I thought I would make them better by dipping them generously in horseradish cream sauce. I then thought I needed to finish the night with cream laden key lime pie. After all it was our anniversary. SO, I felt sicker coming home, fat and disappointed in my choices. I went to bed - moved on...

Sunday I woke up feeling similarly yucky. After a normal oatmeal and banana breakfast, we went to the movies - I had a bag of baked chips and too much trail mix (nuts/dried fruit), which was LOADED with calories. I skipped lunch and later ate 1/2 cup cottage cheese, 2 more bags of baked chips, and my kids french fries at McDonalds. At least I cut myself off at McDonalds. I didn't eat right. I ate crap, and wow - that's how I feel. Let this be a lesson to me.

And now I am off to spin. Thank goodness the kids are at school, DH is at work and I have my Monday back.